First Day of School

When the girls started kindergarten, I had the foresight to take their pictures by the china cabinet, knowing we would always have it. This way we can compare each year's pictures and see how they've grown.

First Communinion pictures--again

A few pictures from the reception we had on Sunday, the 31st.

I wasn't happy with this cake, but it was eaten with gusto, and reported to taste very good. I guess it was the decorating I wasn't so happy with.
A and S--out of the dresses and back to themselves.
With their gifts. They received several really nice things, and were tickled with them all.

War Songs

I used to love to listen to the war songs from the 40's. I enjoy Glen Miller music, too, so that just fits. Lately I have noticed that there are quite a few songs that refer to the war in Iraq. They are showing up in all kinds of music. Many of them make me cry whenever I hear them, but all of them make me sad for obvious reasons. I am sad because it's another era, and war songs are part of it--again. Around here they hit way too close to home, way too often.

Our neighborhood is predominately military and we have several families waiting for someone to come home. I pray for them when I hear these songs because I can't imagine how hard it is for them to hear these songs. Pray for our country.

Life

School started here last Tuesday and we are crazy busy. 5 days down, 175 to go.
Pray for us.

First Communion Photos

First Communion was so wonderful! Of course, I got teary-eyed, much like I did when they were baptised. They were so happy, and as you can see, so beautiful.

Friday Funny

Ha! I'm early this time!
Tuesday night I was clicking here and there and ended up at a site where they were talking about being passive aggressive. Each one had a story telling how they had done something (passive aggressive) to someone else. insert disclaimer here (I do not advocate P.A. as a way to handle your life's affairs).
That being said, there was some funny stuff there. This one in particular took a while for me to catch on to, and I've been laughing about it ever since. One gal said, "All I have to say is, "BILLY JEAN IS NOT MY LOVER. SHE'S JUST A GIRL WHO THINKS THAT I AM THE ONE. THE KID IS NOT MY SON."
Tkae your time, you'll get it.

Finito

It's killing me to not show you the dresses until the big day, so here's a peek.
Here they both are, totally finished. If you click to enlarge the picture, you may be able to see their names and the date embroidered on the linings. The tiara is for Sarah's veil. Oh, and what could be more fitting to listen to as I sew these dresses?
The sewing room trash can has always spoken to me. At Christmas time, the trash gets bagged up and hidden while they sleep. In the fall, it's full of polar fleece scraps. In the summer, it's lycra and elastic. Sometimes, it's woefully empty for days at a time. But today, it's full. And the dresses are finished.

Friday Funny

No picture for this one (trust me, you don't want to see it). I was sitting here at the computer rubbing my throat and felt a hair. Pulled. It was attached. Pulled again and discovered it was about 1.5 inches long. YUUUUUUUCCKK. How long has that been there? Have people been staring at my neck hair all that time? How gross. I'm turning into an old hag.